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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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Goku is not expecting the heavy volume of a quantum electrical theory textbook to smash into his face and as a result he topples over a stack of books with titles he can barely pronounce.

“WHO THE HELL- oh. Hi Goku.” Bra stands over him with a bright smile then offers him a hand up, “You’re a hot mess.” As he stands and brushes himself off she can’t help but notice, “Are those… my father’s clothes?”

“Huh?” He looks down at the blue tank top that was just a few sizes too small and gym shorts that hugged his hips a little tighter than was comfortable but certainly didn’t do him any aesthetic disfavor, “Oh, yeah.” He blushes. “Mine were…” torn apart, “soaked from the rain.” He mumbles quietly.

“And… did he break your nose? Or did I just do that?”

Goku runs his fingers across the bridge of his nose and finds that it is still sensitive and not quite straight. He tweaks it back in place with the palm of his hand then inhales experimentally through it a few times. “No. It was broken before...” His words drop off as he peers curiously behind her at her laptop which she promptly shuts. “What’s that?”

I knew it had gone well! I just knew it! Oh, ‘Ten. This is just so great, I can’t wait until you wake up! We have SO much to talk about! “Ohh, nothing interesting. Just a… pet project of mine …. you really should text me before-” she waves her hand at him, “showing up all spooky-like behind me. I could have been conducting experiments for all you know.” Her eyes flash with something implacably mischievous that unsettles Goku. “You don’t want to lose an arm do you?”

“No, ha ha.” He rubs his cheek where the book hit him. She’s joking, right? “Sorry.”

She smiles not quite pleasantly, “Well, not that I don’t absolutely loo~oove company at my early morning study sessions, but,” She begins to close all of the books on her desk, “I have a feeling you don’t know much about the effects of artificial power throttling on a bioelectric generator.”

“Heh. No, I don’t think I know anything about… that.”

“That just might be the understatement of the year.” She sits up on the table, “So what’s up? You here to tell me how excited you are to be my new step dad or what?”

“I- wha-?” He immediately flusters, “No- that’s- I’m not- I don’t- you think Vegeta would-?”

“I’m teeaasing. Don’t lose your mind, but yes, maybe- it doesn’t matter. Why are you here?”

“Because…” his face turns an even deeper shade of red, “because Trunks, uh-”

She cuts him off, “Trunks?! What do you mean, ‘Trunks?!’ Oh noo, what did my brother do?!”

“Nothin' really. Me and Vegeta were… just eating…” He laughs nervously, “But then... we weren’t. Eating. And- I don’t know. He walked in and... ” He feels his face heat up despite the cool, still air, “dropped his coffee.”

She takes several moments to process the information. “You- Wow.” She clicks her tongue, “In the kitchen? That is just… wow.”

“Yeah, so I left…”

“Wait, what?!” She stares at him in disbelief, “You just left my father alone to explain-? OOh my god. You are the WORST boyfriend ever! How could you do that to him!?”

“I’m not! Am I?” He says with a mild panic in his voice. “Trunks asked me to leave. So I thought-”

“And you listened to that idiot? You are! You should never listen to Trunks! He gives terrible advice! My poor papa! He’s probably having a stroke right now because I don’t know if you’ve ever talked to Trunks, but he has like... a lot of feelings and, uhg, Goku! You know how my father is with feelings! ”

“Sorry! I didn’t know what else to do. That’s why I came here. ‘Cause Gohan, he’s not- I don’t know-” he hesitates then tries to force a reassuring smile she does not return. “…but you were awake! And I thought... you’re smart! You’d know what to do and-”

She lets out a long irritated sigh aimed up at her bangs before finally acknowledging his compliment. “Thank you, but you don’t have to keep telling me. You’ve already SOMEHOW weaseled your way into my good graces.” I was really hoping to break this all to Trunks little by little. “Uhg… At least you gave me a warning before he calls me completely wasted in about-” she looks at her watch, “I give it fifteen minutes.” Then glares at him.

Goku frets silently before asking, “Should I go back? He's your brother, he’ll understand, right? That Vegeta and I-? But he- I think he was upset. Maybe we should just leave because- or- or-”

“Goku. Goku!" She snaps her fingers at him. He looks up at her with a tortured expression on his face. “Stop. I get that your fucked up little family has made this whole situation an absolute nightmare for you, but-”

“Gohan wasn’t… mad...”

“I bet he was disappointed though, wasn’t he?”

“...he said he was glad I told him… and also that me and Vegeta weren’t…. together.”

She throws her head back, “Oh, that is so classic Gohan. Probably dressed it up as support and concern too, gross.” Goku’s face flashes with sad confirmation, “Yeah, it’s a trend with him. Trust me, I know. Trunks and Pan piss him off to no end and I get to hear all about it; that’s beside the point. Trunks is… he’s...” she motions her hand in a circle, “he’s… not like that. Just imagine… me… but not as smart, obviously, and... purple and… if… I solved all my problems by working and drinking myself to death. I don’t know, he’s- honestly, we’re just going to have to wait and see. But you in the meantime,” she glares at him seriously, “are not going to run away. Definitely not with my father in tow. Disappearing didn’t solve your problems last time and it won’t this time either, alright?”

He pauses thoughtfully before nodding in agreement. It is only after that extremely short moment of reflection he has the wherewithal to take in his surroundings. He notices just how dark the library Vegeta’s daughter has decided to camp in, is. There may have been over a thousand characters in the room, but only two of them were breathing. “...Is this…? Where…? Are we allowed to be here?”

“Goku, priorities. Really? Whether or not the library is open? Not important right now. But since you don't seem very interested in pursuing the shelves for me-” She begins neatly packing all of her color coordinated belongings away into a matching book bag, “How about we go get something to eat while we wait for my brother call and have a total meltdown about being scared for life, ok?”

She stashes the books she can fit into her bag, “Here, take these.” and thrusts the rest into Goku’s arms before leading him out through an open window on the fifth floor and then to a nearby coffee shop where she orders them the same drink, which Goku decides doesn't taste very much like coffee. No, it was much much better than coffee. So much so that it justified ordering four more.

“These are- this is one of the best things I've ever tasted!” he sucks down the last of the sweet iced drink.

She smirks and sips on her own, “Well, I’m glad you got your fill because they’re only selling it for a few more weeks.”

“What? Why?!” He’s about to get up and order just one more, when she pulls on his arm to sit back down.

“Because they sell an even better one in the Fall. Leave some for the rest of humanity, will you?”

“...Better?”

“Yeah, remind me and I promise I’ll get you a dozen.”

He stays standing, looks at the register then back at her. “...Two dozen.”

“Are you- are you trying to bargain with me? No! Sit down. I come here regularly. Don’t make it weird by ordering them out of stock before 6am.”

He resists and narrows his eyes, “Two… dozen.”

“Oh my god. You are- fine! Whatever! Two dozen!” He finally sits back down with a smug grin. “Uhg. I get why my father wanted to kill you.”

“Sometimes I think he still does.” A small smile chases across his face.

“Well, then he should get a trophy for his self restraint or maybe you should get one for survival. Because here you sit before me.” She gestures. “Speaking of, I’m guessing you and he finally hashed things out. All’s well? I mean, obviously. You’re in his clothes.” She giggles. “But for real. How’d you finally get him back to his senses? You confront Goten? What happened? What did he say?”

Goku’s brows furrow and he looks away in thought as he nods. “I forgot to tell you… I used the ki band.”

“Oh?” I know~ “And?”

“And now... I can’t sense him.” his expression twists with discomfort as he avoids her other questions, “He’s not- he’s- ...I know he’s not in otherworld but ...This has never happened before. I should still be able to sense him.”

Not the information I was asking for, but ok. I guess I’ll ring it out of Goten. She keeps sipping slowly trying to work out an answer to keep his worry at bay, “No, not… necessarily.” She sets the cup down and taps her nails on the table. “It’s a ki dampener. He’d have almost no signature whatsoever.”

“But I’m really good at sensing ki.” He asserts confidently.

“I am aware of that, but we’re also talking about my invention. Pair my invention with perhaps a bit of, ‘I don’t wanna be found’ and I’m sure even you’d be limited, hm?” Goku looks at her doubtfully. “Honestly Goku, you of all people should be somewhat aware of the dramatics for an emotionally distressed Saiyan.”

“You think he left? Where would he go? ...How?”

She shrugs her shoulders and takes another sip, “I don’t know. He’s literally just like you. Maybe he picked up that disappearing thing from you too-”

“No.” His open palm smacks down on the table just hard enough to cause the empty cups to fall over. “He is nothing like me and I would never teach him that.” Goku says not loud enough to draw attention, but it is clear there is no room for argument. It’s hard to miss the sudden pang of anger and hurt searing through him that he was trying to hide.

She didn’t think comparing them would draw as strong a reaction out of Goku as it did. Or, she was hoping it wouldn't. Something had changed. Something was different. He knew something she didn’t. Whatever Goten had been lying about, he found out. She figured as much when she caught Goten on the verge of having his pathetic breakdown on Capsule Corp property. But she was hoping it hadn’t been this bad.

She had many theories about how her favorite unstable half Saiyan had been interfering and Goku's reaction just now had helped her narrowed it down to the top three worst. She decides there is a little research to do before she talked to Goten. She watches Goku carefully struggle to fit all the plastic cups back on the small table between them and tries to play it off, “I’m… You’re right. You’re not like him. But you get what I’m saying?”

“No." he answers stiffly, "I do not get what you’re sayin'. He’s not-”

“Hold that thought.” She pulls out a buzzing phone and smiles, “let's find out if you're allowed back at Capsule Corp any time soon.” He shoots her a devastated look, “Kidding- I’m kidding! I'm sure it's fine." She puts the phone up to her ear, "Hey favorite broth-”

“Oh, OH my fuckin-! I am so glad you picked up! You will NOT BELIEVE what just happened- I swear, I COULD NOT make this shit up bra- I could NOT! Fuck! You are NOT going to believe what I just saw!”

She winks at Goku and motions for him to lean in so he can hear, “Try me.”

“Ok so, sit the fuck down. I hope you’re not at that lame fuckin’ coffee shop on campus right now because- I shit you the fuck not, Goku and dad………….” he pauses for dramatic effect, “are fucking!” he waits for her to respond.

“Noo...” She tilts her head and smirks at Goku who is blushing profusely.

“YES! They’re- I swear, I swear! Dad said it himself. They’ve been sleeping together for like YEARS, Bra! DECADES! AND I practically just witnessed it and- I’m scarred for fucking life and- fuck! I didn’t even get my coffee- I don’t even WANT coffee anymore and- what… what’s going on? You’re not screaming. Why aren’t you screaming? B? Did you fall over dead? (oh my god I’ve killed my sister from shock).”

She rolls her eyes, “You know, all in all Trunksie, I’m impressed because you seem to be taking this really well. You’re not even wasted. Or crying.”

“Me?! Why would I cry? You don’t even sound surpris- oh. Oh FUCK YOU, how long have YOU known!? Was I the only one?!! How the hell did you find out?”

“You might’ve been, but it doesn’t really matter now. And Goku told me when I went to cloud city or wherever the hell he was.”

Goku eyebrows quirk with question but she holds a finger up urging him to stay quiet.

“And you didn't tell me?!”

“I was going to.”

“When?!”

“When I thought you wouldn't lose your mind over it.”

“I'm not- you-” he grumbles, “I'm not losing my mind. I just woke up to literally the last thing I ever expected, in MY LIFE, to see. So THANKS for not keeping me posted on all the happenings in our house that I might just WALK IN ON!”

“You’re welcome. ...Are you sober?”

“What? ...Yes.” He mumbles. “Why?”

“Wow. You are taking this well. I should have just told you right off the bat but I was sooo worried you’d just FREAK out because it had been going on since basically forever and-”

“I- … It would be kind of shitty for me to hold this against him twenty years late, don't you think? After everything? He like… apologized to me. I didn’t even know he could do that. Besides, Pan and I cheat on each other all the time. Maybe it's just a Saiyan thing."

“I really think that’s just, like, a crazy bitch thing. Anyway, how’s dad?”

“Shut- she’s not-! You are the worst! … I don’t know, he’s…” he sighs, “I kind of managed to corner him. He wouldn't go into detail, but I guess he seems better… Pretty sure this is going to be a thing. ...What did Goku tell you?”

“Uh, basically the same thing except with a lot more crying involved. He’s a good guy. I think we can trust him. He did drag papa out of the gravity chamber after all.”

Goku starts, “I didn’t cry-!”

“Shh!” ‘you did!’ she mouths at him.

“Yeah…” Trunks continues, “but why was dad in there in the first place, you know? I feel like I’m still missing something-”

“Wow, I don't know. It’s like dad is terrible at handling interpersonal relationships or something. Who could have guessed?” Trunks snorts at her comments, “And just so I have it on the record, Goku’s not going to have to brave our upgraded security system is he?”

“What? No. I don’t even thin- They’re Saiyans Bra, they’re gonna do whatever they want. I don’t care. So long as they don’t fuck in my goddamn lab, or in the KITC- Wait- ….Is he-? He’s next to you isn’t he?”

“Yup.”

“He disappeared to you ? What are you guys like best friends now or something?”

“Pretty much.”

“I hate you so much sometimes. HE’S IN THE Gravity Room BUT HOW ABOUT YOU USE THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON.” He shouts to Goku. “That disappearing thing is fuckin’ spooky. Dad's terrible with that kinda shit.”

“Right?!” She rolls her eyes at the Saiyan smiling at her ecstatically. She waves him as he stands abruptly and makes his way towards the door. “Well, Trunks” she watches him leave and take off, “I'm sure we're gonna have have a big family pow-wow about this at a later date but I'm actually- I’ve got plans. SO, I’m gonna let you go~”

“Shit, wait, did Goku just leave?"

"Yeah, why-"

"Because where the fuck is ‘Ten? I can’t find him, I've been trying to reach him-”

“I don’t know. Why are you asking me, dumb dumb?!"

"Ahg, I wanted to ask Goku and I can't do that if he comes back here and dad's around. He flips out if you even say his name."

"Well, you missed your chance and that's not my problem. Besides he’s your friend, you were the one who was supposed to keep tabs on him. He obviously didn’t take this as well as you did.”

“Yeah! I know! What’s his fucking deal? Dad nearly snapped my neck when I brought up him up! And, you know what, on that note, can I just add that it is really fucking weird how much he and Goku look alike? and- wait" his voice drops, "wait, you don’t think ‘Ten-”

“It’s anyone’s guess I imagine! Don’t hurt yourself thinking about it, ok? It’s the mysterious Goten. No one knows what goes on in that head of his.” But I’m gonna find out ❤ She can hear him hesitating over his words for a few moments then give up and sigh.

“Fuck it, you’re right. I'm done with Capsule Corp right now. I’m taking another personal day. See Pan or something, I don’t know.”

“Ok, well you do that and I’m just gonna stay back at school and catch up on all my missed classes now that everything seems to be back to uh... Saiyan standards of normal. I’ll talk to you la-”

“Wait, wait if you hear anything let me know, ok? PLEASE? I kind of need to know these things! I’m the one who lives here!”

“Byyyyeee best brother everr~” She taps her phone and pulls out another one that was not encased in sparkling rhinestones that swirled into cute shapes. This one was all black. It had hardly anything in or on it of interest so she scrolls through the messages again.

Gohan

Where are you?

Are you ok?

Are you still sparring?

Why is dad at capsule corp? Are you there too? He’s not picking up my calls.

Goten! Pick up the phone!

Where are you?

Are you ok?

Pick up!

She smiles at her own message sent in response hours ago.

Goten

no. im fine. fuck off

Short and sweet. And she must have said the right thing because Gohan’s curiosity was suddenly satisfied. That or his frustration with his little brother had reached its limit. Because he didn’t call again. Or message him. And she was fairly certain she could at least trust one of the Son’s to not just appear wherever he wanted whenever he wanted.

Trunks was a little more persistent and it takes her a little while to work out the right response to the eighteen calls and thirty odd messages loaded with questions and annoying sentiments about friendship the phone would receive from Trunks over the next few hours. Aw, ‘Ten, it’s like he’s the only one who even cares about you.

It is much much later receive that this phone received a single message from someone else. She has to cross check it with her own contacts to verify who it is because Goten hadn’t saved the number despite there being a long history of messages between them in the last few months that made it easy to guess who it was.

(Unmarked Number)

Where r u?

She leaves that one alone.
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Goku made several stops on his way back. He searched the area where they had sparred, but the only trace of his son he found where the craters they had blasted during their spar. The rain had washed away any hope of trying to track him. He searches the wasteland and previous places they had spared but everything was turning up empty. He avoids Gohan’s house and his calls and sends only one message to his other son before eventually making his way back to Capsule Corp. He doesn’t know how the day escaped him, but it did. It is dark as he makes his way upstairs and he hesitates at the door with Vegeta’s ki behind it.

He debates knocking, then just turns the knob and walks in. Vegeta shifts slightly.

“You’re back.” he mumbles.

“Yeah.” He strips off the shirt and shorts and makes his way over to the bed which… wasn’t a first for them, but Goku’s pretty sure he could count the number of times they’ve shared an actual bed on one hand, this being one of them. Usually they were in the grass, or the floor, or a table, or- it never mattered much where they were, but they had certainly never been together on this particular bed and he takes a moment to let that sink in.

He finds a comfortable position under the covers and stares up at the ceiling, feeling the warm ki next to him wondering if this is really happening. Vegeta turns towards him and lays an arm across him.

“Are you staying here?” He says, sleep still clinging to his words.

“...Unless you wanna go somewhere else.”

“Hn… Maybe… another time…”

Goku presses his nose into Vegeta’s hair and notices it is still damp. He suddenly finds it so hard to resist the challenge of convincing Vegeta to work up a sweat right after a shower.

Turns out it wasn’t much of a challenge.
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